The investigation continues

I was stumped, I could not find any new leads in the information Rena gave me. This “Queen of Pranks” might as well by a ghost. So when her website updated and I saw she pulled a new prank, I immediately went to the scene of the crime to investigate, the fancy restaurant Le Glouton Faim.

I talked to the victim, the head chef. At first she was very **** to speak about the incident, but after I explained that I was chasing after the girl who humiliated her and showed her the HD photos that the Queen uploaded of the prank, she not only agreed to help but also volunteered to pay me for capturing her. She recalled how the event took place during the peak hours of the night, when every table was full. Pretty much all her regulars witnessed her become a human salad.

I sympathized. Being exposed in public like that? It must have been horrible. I myself am barely able to undress in front of the doctor, let alone my clients. Yet still I couldn’t help but chuckle when I remembered how ridiculous she looked through it all. After she returned to the kitchen, the new “assistant” was gone, along with all the clothes she had given her. She had **** but to keep working the rest of the shift wearing merely an apron. Apparently she refused her staff suggestion to take the rest of the night off, because if she did, then her pranker would have truly “won”.

I investigated the scene of the crime and talked to the staff, but it was all a dead end. There were no more clues left for me at the restaurant.

The Queen was paid to pull this prank so I figured that the assistant who called in sick was the one who hired her. But this was also a dead end. When I went to visit her she was the very visage of **** herself, resembling more a skeleton than a human. She was really ill. Not to mention that she didn’t have any idea who the Queen of Pranks was. A cursory examination of her browser history while she was looking away proved she wasn’t lying.

I was out of clues. I looked at every possible angle I could think of and came empty. I even searched for the licensed plate of the vehicle she used to get to the scene of the crime that night, but it was a stolen car, that she returned as soon as she was done with her prank.

All I got out of this investigation was a vague description of my target. I could now do nothing but wait for her to make a new move.